urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:explodeycakes ... so get ready to tongue your meds. incogneato83@gmail.com The Artist Permanently Known as Magz 2007-09-21T12:40:47Z urn:lj:insanejournal.com:atom1:explodeycakes:441691 2007-09-21T12:40:47Z 2007-09-21T12:40:47Z So I woke up at 9:08 AM. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, except that I generally leave for my algebra class at 9:30 so I'm there early and have the best pick of the seats. :| I got dressed, emerged with pillow creases still on my face, and realized that I couldn't find my calculator. Five minutes of frantic searching later, I gave it up as lost and headed for class.<br /><br />It was only when I got to class that I realized I'd forgotten my room key and dorm pass, as well as my cell phone, on my desk. But whatever, I had roommates to let me in, right? So I flipped through my algebra notes -- I <i>knew</i> this stuff! -- for a few minutes before the professor handed out the exam.<br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>The minute the professor handed out the exam, my mind went <i>blank</i>. I couldn't remember a single formula or method. I improvised my way through the majority of the problems, but there were still several I left unanswered. I'll be lucky if I get a 50. Afterwards, I planned to meet up with one of my roommates after my second class so she could let me in.<br /><br />I headed off to Italian office hours, convinced that it was the start of the worst day I'd had in recent years. The professor gave me the exam [yeah, another] and asked if I minded music, but it appeared that his TA had disappeared with his boom box. And then? And <i>then</i>? Something happened that may or may not have negated the shitty start to my day: the guy who I've had trouble not ogling, whenever I see him on campus, for over a year walks in with the radio and starts speaking rapid Italian with the professor. Dude, I could've died.<br /><br />My second class went off without a hitch, and in fact we were let out a few minutes earlier than scheduled, which was cool. I made my way back toward the dorm, where I asked one of my roommates to meet me -- and she wasn't there. In a moment of genius, I walked in the direction of the building where she had <i>her</i> class... and saw her walking in the opposite direction with another of my roommates. Awesome, right?<br /><br />After catching up with them and parting ways with the other roommate, we went for the door. As it turned out, she didn't have her pass on her, either. :| We caught a lucky break, though, in that we followed some guy into the dorm, and the RA was there to let us in. Three of us, I later discovered, out of four had forgotten our passes, when generally we all remember them.<br /><br />I seriously wanted to just crawl into bed until it was tomorrow.